SCENE IIIA room in Sempronius' house.
Enter SEMPRONIUS, and a Servant of TIMON'S.
Must he needs trouble me in't,--hum!
--'bove all others?
He might have tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus;
And now Ventidius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prison: all these
Owe their estates unto him.
They have all been touch'd and found base metal, for
They have all denied him.
How! have they denied him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus denied him?
And does he send to me? Three? hum!
It shows but little love or judgement in him: (11)
Must I be his last refuge? His friends, like physicians,
Thrive, give him over: must I take the cure upon me?
Has much disgraced me in't; I'm angry at him,
That might have known my place: I see no sense for't.
But his occasions might have woo'd me first;
For, in my conscience, I was the first man
That e'er received gift from him:
And does he think so backwardly of me now,
That I'll requite it last? No: (20)
So it may prove an argument of laughter
To the rest, and 'mongst lords I be thought a fool.
I'ld rather than the worth of thrice the sum,
Had sent to me first, but for my mind's sake;
I 'd such a courage to do him good. But now return,
And with their faint reply this answer join;
Who bates mine honour shall not know my coin. [Exit.
Excellent! Your lordship's a goodly
villain. The devil knew not what he did
when he made man politic; he crossed himself
by't: and I cannot think but, in the end,
the villanies of man will set him clear. How
fairly this lord strives to appear foul! takes
virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that
under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms
Of such nature is his politic love.
This was my lord's best hope; now all are fled,
Save only the gods: now his friends are dead,
Doors, that were ne'er acquainted with their wards
Many a bounteous year, must be employ'd (40)
Now to guard sure their master.
And this is all a liberal course allows;
Who cannot keep his wealth must keep his house. [Exit.